CORRIDORS

down corridors narrow
stained death’s yellow
blinding headlights speeding
above white masks glare
into forgetful sleep I plummet
unaware
into the womb waiting
again..

Three in one
dream……………….
I liked the poem of yours
All about your dream
shouting at each other
the balloons burst
the thunder thrust..
my what a curse
then suddenly the circus guy came
on a flat tube cycle
as it won't push...
he had to run along side
with it
then the two yelled in
Laughter
mother and daughter ...
both were enjoying the same dream
suddenly both combinedly did scream
laughed their guts out,..
how was it possible..

butterfly

The talking monkey hurls a bone
into the past
in the present, the matrix is shattered

humanity is bereft of logic, love
and compassion when the Star of David
falls into the money pit,
the cesspool of an ancient lineage,
tracing one's ancestors back to the
time that should have been forgotten
had it not been for the vengeance
and the wrath of old Gods worshiped
like those who would be President.

Another day falls into history. Another
bone is hurled through this page in
the infancy of human kind.

slit thin wafer view
the notch knife tales

delusions entrance
the glare of the lamps
the subtle art of life
in sinew hinge

makes heart twinge
the small reticent
play of a band

these deft wing strings
employ the trick
in a mesmerized
gathering
caught up in the
thick

of the drama plot
tell

that hearts belay

There’s a cloud in my head
Threatening to sabotage my youth
The free flow of wisdom
Succumbing itself to silence

An eternity of deliverance
Gone out of nowhere
A place of prejudice
Where sanity lives abundantly

There are others who suffer
The same state of numbness
A hollowed inside
With nothing in between

What’s the sense in telling?

Have I gone mad…thinking?

No! Nothing…

…and the cursor keeps on blinking…

The sluggish air of a steamy night
Muffles the stealthy sounds
Furtive movement held back from sight
Whilst I made my rounds

My hearing rang with nervousness
Heart pounding with adrenaline
My brain was trying to assess
What could all this really mean?

My eyes beheld an awful sight
Did I really see?
My skin crawled and I took fright
He was on bended knee

Pools of blood and flashing blade
Made my stomach churn
From unholy meat, thin steaks were made
But, from the sight, I couldn't turn

Shadows step into
the moon's light, elongate
into imagination....

Here
amoung cave dwellers
painting the scene of an ancient hunt
I am
a dreamwalker walking through the
red dust of desire

The sea is a symphony--
I hear waves crashing
a thousand
cicadas climbing their insect legs
into the drum beat of night

Into the rhythm of blue violins
playing a tzigane rhapsody
the veil of day falls
now
the dream meets the dreamer
a thousand nightfalls ago

once upon a time
we laughed

clutched hands
and loved shamelessly
fearlessly protective
when her back was turned

I caught every arrow
dodged every snare
swallowed every poison
until I gasped for breath

reaching for a hand
that is no longer there

once we were Titans

The Space Race.. Song, or,
The Species of Hate….

Just a song from a shiny spaceman,
he didn’t really sound so far out.
I wonder if the leaders knew his clan,
are we just living with an alien’s lout?

When he lands will he think we’re odd,
is it best for us to act submissive .
Could he have an answer from a god,
will he be instructed to let us live.

Cynthia writes a poem
about the tigress being a lady,
I ask out loud, what choice
do us mere mortals have
between the tiger and the lady
when the tiger
is the lady?

Howsoever the snarl of victory
resonates
I am guilty of the unholy state
of digress,
baring my teeth and purring, changing my
stripes into miles of one-way smiles, stealing the lust
from your eyes and making it mine.

All mine.